He Gave up the Glory of Heaven

How many of us would make that choice? Would we choose to leave a glorious mansion for a drafty barn or a cardboard box under an overpass?

Would we trade a pillow-topped mattress with a warm down comforter for a rough blanket and straw that was meant to be fed to the livestock?

Would we trade a room smelling of the finest Yankee candles for a stable where the excrement (really, I’m trying to be nice about this!) of the livestock would overwhelm our senses in a not-so-good manner?

Jesus did. He gave up the glory of heaven for a stable.

And it didn’t stop there.

He gave up the glory of heaven to live an impoverished life. What was He thinking?

How many of us would make that choice? Would we choose to leave a mansion with all the modern conveniences available to step back into time, back into the dark ages? Or would we have chosen to wait a few hundred years for the world to become not quite so primitive? Or maybe we would have rejected the idea as ludicrous and below our social standing.

Would we give up luxury for poverty?

Jesus did. He gave up the glory of heaven to live an impoverished life.

And it didn’t stop there.

He gave up the glory of heaven for rejection and death. What was He thinking?

He spent three years teaching His disciples and the people. In the end one of His disciples sold Him out and the world at large rejected Him.

They mocked Him. They beat Him. They hung Him on a cross to suffer unimaginable pain and death.

How many of us would make that choice? Would we knowingly invest our lives to reach a people whom we knew would reject us, betray us, and kill us in the most horrendous fashion known to mankind?

We probably wouldn’t. But JESUS did. HE gave up HIS life to make a way possible for mankind to be reconciled with HIS Heavenly Father, to make HIS Heavenly Father THEIR Heavenly Father.

He gave up the glory of heaven for a stable, for poverty, for rejection, and ultimately, for death. What was He thinking?

He was thinking of mankind. He was thinking of us.

Now let’s reverse this. What about us? What are we thinking? What are we willing to give up for Him?

The romance we’ve woven into Christmas! I’m thinking the first Christmas for that scared teenager and her young husband was anything but tinsel, garland and pretty lights!
Thanks Rosie!
Merry Christmas!